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The old chair
The old chair
It gets that they dont want it anymore
The split seams
And bad dreams
Im fluttering like a dollar to the floor
You get to wonder what you do it for
And if youre not there to meet me
Only shadows gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door
My heart pounds
I hear sounds
Like laughter coming softly through the walls
The high times
Turn sidelines
This game it makes a fool out of us all
Youre off but you aint hardly
Kicked the ball
And if youre not there to meet me
Only absence gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door
And if youre not there to meet me
Just what is gonna greet me
The moment I go stepping through the door